9 am

Collaboration between myself and Emily Burns. Hope you enjoy it. I enjoyed working with her once again.

9 AM

Never wishing to taste my own tears again
Covering myself with the night air
thick and warm, shallow stench of fear
A familiar smell I have known
with this I know I’m home

Memories of a dream
glances of a life lived--before--
I remember home
that place before tears.

As missionaries gather in the battlefields
their words seem so meaningless
Something they just can't explain
but we all need something to believe
I find comfort in myself and this place

As soldiers gather in the worship places
their actions seem so fruitless
They explain and explain
because we all need something to believe
I need to feel comfort in my home

Voices lay echoing in my heart
Hearing the distant songs for the east
Knowing Forever slips through our grasp
Home is where the heart is
mine lays wounded in a Foreign land

Melodies lay distant
martial songs pounding rhythms of war
Forever lays distant
slipping away from careless fingers
Home lays distant
far from where I now stand.

War hawks preach their lies
leading the innocent to die
Surrendering truth for pride
Be still thoughts of what we had done
in the name of freedom
Trace my path back home

Back to innocence
Back to Faith
Back to truthfulness.
Erase the memories of what we had done.
Trace my path back home.

Author's Note

Collaboration between myself and Emily Burns. Hope you enjoy it. I enjoyed working with her once again.

Reviews

[Nick Erickson]

"Never wishing to taste my own tears again
Covering myself with the night air
thick and warm, shallow stench of fear
A familiar smell I have known
with this I know I'm home"

This stanza speaks so loudly - the stench of fear - is that now the memories of our "home"?

"As missionaries gather in the battlefields..."
"As soldiers gather in the worship places..."
"War hawks preach their lies..."

The tone of these words speak of the emptiness that surrounds many - empty beliefs, empty hope, empty sermons and empty promises...

"Back to innocence
Back to Faith
Back to truthfulness.
Erase the memories of what we had done.
Trace my path back home."

The end of this piece is so peaceful - thinking about what may be if there is voice loud enough, people strong enough.

This is a brilliant collaboration - a poem worth reading across the airwaves for all to hear and take a stance -take hope.

Well done!! - just doesn't do this piece justice...

[!!..Love..!!]

oh wow! What a great collaboration and what a great subject to touch! So beautiful.

[ST]

this one is a spirit lifter...

a collaboration is a really hard thing to achieve cause someone normally end up swallowing the other writer away...the amazing thing is that here i can read you both...stunning literarian style as usual

Im your fan Robert, always.

[An Ordinary Woman]

I did enjoy it, thanks.

Perfect, because I have missed you both so much. Sometimes I too wish that memories could be erased.
Very nice writing, my compliments to you both ....

Tamara xxoxx

[Petey]

Never wishing to taste my own tears again
Covering myself with the night air
thick and warm, shallow stench of fear
A familiar smell I have known
with this I know I'm home

Back to innocence
Back to Faith
Back to truthfulness.
Erase the memories of what we had done.
Trace my path back home.


these are some incredible lines

[Jack]

You guys did an amazing job with this. At times it was hard to figure out who wrote what lines. I really think you two work great together keep up the great work.

[Angel Bird]

This collaborative writing presents the unvarnished truth! It is strong and profound in its meaning.

-- Back to innocence
-- Back to Faith
-- Back to truthfulness.
-- Erase the memories of what we had done.
-- Trace my path back home.

If only it were that easy ...



Great work!

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

War hawks preach their lies
leading the innocent to die
Surrendering truth for pride
Be still thoughts of what we had done
in the name of freedom
Trace my path back home

Loved the above stanza. An excellent collaboration. well written and the subject is very touching.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Just great, my compliments to you both, this was powerful.

[Emily B]

It's nice to let the words fly with a friend. I enjoyed another fruitful collaboration. Thanks, Robert.